Clarissa
The werecats had emptied the town center, setting up tables enough for all the villagers. Their werecat escort led to the triangular table in the center, where they arranged places for them to sit together.
While full, long tables surrounded theirs, this one had only enough seats for the sages and their familiars. There was no head of the table, and only the familiar would sit next to any particular Onyx Sage. Clarissa hoped it would limit the disagreements between Blake and Stefan. Along the outside of the seating tables, food stations were set up.
The smell that came from them made her mouth water and her stomach grumble. She came hungry, but she a
Clarissa Lotus left the balls of light floating magically in the air as she returned to the table. Clarissa stared at them in awe. They were not too bright but still allowed them to see without the interruption of shadow. “There we go. We can sssee all.” Lotus said, self-satisfied.Clarissa’s giggles bubbled up. Lotus’s bored expression asked what was so funny. But that only made her laugh harder. “You chose the right sage,” Clarissa said through her laughter. “You and Stefan are perfect companions.”
Clarissa The rest of the evening moved swiftly and pleasantly. Blake and Stefan sat at the table, making light conversation. She enjoyed being with both of them without them fighting. However strange it was. Parents gathered their young ones and retired to their homes for bedtime. Childless werecats sat around talking with pints of ale. “We should probably head back too,” Clarissa suggested with a yawn as Mimi, Eriyumilai, and Lotus gathered around their table. Blake and Stefan were both quick to agree. Clarissa couldn’t help but feel like she missed something with them, some understanding they gained while rolling arou
Blake When they returned to their room, Blake put his pup to bed. Eriyumilai rested his little head on the pillow and closed his eyes. With a sweet smile, Blake covered him up and petted his head. “I have to go speak with Clarissa.” He whispered. Eriyumilai’s only response was a deep snort. Blake chuckled as he left the room. It was time that he spoke with Clarissa about their last meeting. Her bedroom door was open, and she sat on the bed next to Mimi, who lay curled up by her side. She gently stroked her familiar with a distant look on her face as she stared at her bed. Her expression was slack, and her shoulders slumped. “Clarissa?” He whispered.
StefanAs Blake stepped swiftly out of Clarissa’s room, he practically barged into Stefan. Stefan growled and stepped back, avoiding the collision.“What are you doing?” Stefan whispered angrily.Why was he in Clarissa’s room, especially with the door shut? What was going on in there? Stefan demanded answers.“Going to bed.” Blake replied indifferently.Stefan growled again, wanting a better explanation. But Blake was shutting his bedroom door before Stefan could question him further. Blake’s exit from Clarissa’s room only filled him with more questions.Doubts and explosive emotions battled with his
Stefan Sweat covered Stefan’s brow as he faced Lotus. A wicked smile covered his face. This was the moment. Total exhilaration flooded him. Stefan ducked out of Lotus’s stinging bite. As he shifted to recover from the movement, she slashed her tail at him. The tail sliced through his arm, drawing blood. He grimaced and went in for his strike. Smoothly gliding into her side, he sliced her with the small blade his trainer provided. Lotus hissed and lunged at him. Stefan jumped on top of her and she went tumbling into the dirt. Lotus was a fearsome fighter already but this was too close for her. Stefan finished the fight in a couple more movements. “Very well. Lotus, do you concede?” The elder werecat, Dion, asked when he determined the fight was over. He was a greying tiger with bulging muscles and a vicious smile. Earlier in his life, the man stood as tall as Stefan. But now he hunched over and carried a walking stick. His grey eyes were sharp and astute, showing no sign of the n
Clarissa As Chief Yungerr attended to his people without breaks, the day swiftly disappeared. Every time someone left the room, another person entered. The sun was casting long shadows throughout the room when people stopped coming in. Mimi observed everything from the corner of the room. Everyone seemed surprised to see him. He unnerved and distracted them momentarily. But Mimi remained quiet and motionless throughout the day. Clarissa sighed and Chief Yungerr looked over at her. She stretched her back, realizing now how stiff she had gotten. The cushions on Chief Yungerr’s chair were completely necessary and she wished her seat was more comfortable.
Clarissa As Chief Yungerr attended to his people without breaks, the day swiftly disappeared. Every time someone left the room, another person entered. The sun was casting long shadows throughout the room when people stopped coming in. Mimi observed everything from the corner of the room. Everyone seemed surprised to see him. He unnerved and distracted them momentarily. But Mimi remained quiet and motionless throughout the day. Clarissa sighed, and Chief Yungerr looked over at her. She stretched her back, realizing now how stiff she had gotten. Chief Yungerr’s chair cushions were essential, and she wished her seat was more comfortable. “So, what have you learned?” He asked, interested. “We saw many people today, and they each asked for something different. But every request seemed to have the same core desires. I counted six of them.” Clarissa said, checking her notes. Chief Yungerr listened attentively. His ears twitched. Smiling, he motioned for her to continue. “More p
Stefan Clarissa kept making strange faces at him throughout dinner. He didn’t appreciate being stared at while he was eating. The chipper conversation rubbed him raw until he could no longer sit still. But once he had Arcadia and Evander in his room, the pressure started to lessen. He had to focus on what was going on back home. Those affairs required his attention now. But his mind forced itself back to the fact that Clarissa had chosen to sit next to Blake during dinner. She hadn’t even sat across from Stefan. A wicked voice in his head questioned what they were doing under the table. The question made no sense. Clarissa kept her hands visible the entire meal. But did Blake? Stefan couldn’t remember, but he did remember the pink flush of her cheeks as she ate. “What do you wish to discuss?” Arcadia asked, sounding like a soldier reporting for duty. She and Evander stood near the closed door at parade rest. Stefan rumbled low in his throat, uncomfortable with their carefu